xmutanthigh | [closed thread] flying times. like old times!

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[closed thread] flying times. like old times!

Characters: Julian, Rogue.
Setting: Outside. It's fall. Super pretty and colorful.
Content: Stuff happens.
Status: Complete.

[Julian's decided this nice, crisp fall evening is just as good as any other evening to go for a quiet flying session. He's deep like that. It's been an okay week; things have calmed down considerably the last few days, so he feels the need to take a breather. He's floating high in the air, parallel to the ground as the sun's starting to hang low in the sky, bundled up in a light jacket.

He peeks down and what do you know? Rogue's walking a path below him. Just the girl who's avoided him all week. Or maybe she hasn't, he isn't sure. God knows he's been keeping himself busy. Then again, he's been dead to her in the Danger Room.

He smiles a little, drifts downwards and hangs upside down in her way, arms folded across his chest.]

And where do you think you're going, sugar?

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Yep. Completely fine, sugah. [Okay, so maybe it's possible she's looking at the trees and the stars because that seems a smarter option that actually looking at him.]

[Hey, he's not complaining. He's got a pretty girl he's a bit of a goner for in his arms. So he merely smiles and leans in to whisper in her ear. Because it's chilly. They are in the sky. And it's fall. It's very chilly.]

So this is completely fine with you? ["This" meaning Julian pulling away to spin her as if they are dancing, and then pull her into his arms again.]

[There's a very un-X-men like shriek as he spins her out. She can feel the adrenaline as her breathing speeds up as he pulls her back again. It's a few seconds before she's glaring up at him again and with a low nervous and breathy laugh. She smacks him none to lightly in the chest.] You are such a jerk.

[He's laughing too, even as she hits him. He merely readjusted his hold on her. For a second or two, he just grins down at her as their laughter sobers, shivering a little from the cold.] Am not. [Then because he is, in fact, a big jerk, he releases them both from his powers, and they drop a foot before landing on a transparent telekinetic disk they can stand on. He had tightened his hold on her during the fall, and now he steps away from her a little, let's her deal with this adrenaline.]

[Yep. There was another shriek at that. She glares at him, simultaneously tightening her grip on his broad shoulders as he catches them on the telekinetic disk. There's a lot of glaring going on right now.]

I. Am going. To kill you.

[He just laughs at her threat, scooping her back against him and letting himself fall back off the disk. It fades into nothing, and they glide backwards at an angle, her body's weight against his.] Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But I had you, you know.

Seriously, sugah: I train with Logan. I could totally take you. [There's still plenty of glaring going on but its somewhat softened and there's a lighter note in her voice now. Even if she's still keeping a pretty tight grip.]

And I train with Emma. [His eyes narrow just as playfully at her. He's holding onto her just as tightly back, only partly for her benefit. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying how close they are at the moment.] I think we'd be an even match.

[Rogue smirks a bit, showing exactly what she thinks of Logan's training versus Emma's.] Nah, I'm pretty sure I could take you. [She's trying not to think about how close they are right now. Banter is better.]

[He's okay with banter. For once, he prefers it. If they stop bantering, he knows what will happen. It'll get quiet, and it'll be just them looking at each other, and he'll want to kiss her. More than he does already. So he smirks right back, trying to keep his eyes on hers. And not on her smirk.] I keep feeling like these threats are you trying to challenge me, sugar.

[She shakes her head.] Nah, it ain't nothin' but pure fact. [Her heavier accent either means that she's going for the tough Southern girl act or that she's feeling just a bit nervous. Maybe it's ~both?]

[He hears it, and his smirk softens a little at it. Not to mention the playful tone of her voice or how she looks happy, and it's so rare he can't help but be quiet for a moment and look at her. It's a problem, and he shakes his head a little, feeling stupid about it, and lets out a breathy laugh.]

I don't know what language they speak in Mississippi, sweetheart, but ain't's not a word.

It ain't our fault that the rest of y'all haven't caught up with the linguistic achievements of Mississippi yet, sugah. [She smirks a bit more.] Besides, which of us needs an English tutor again?

[He nods his head to her.] Me. Touché. [He smirks a bit more too.] But I could swear I read somewhere that Mississippi's crowning glory is her piss-poor education system. Something tells me you aren't [See what he did there? Not ain't.] right about this one.

This above all: to thine own self be true. [She's just going to smirk a little more while she pulls out random Shakespeare quotes. And now she's purposely thickening her accent almost to an extreme.] Maybe so but ain't's a real big part of how we talk down there. Can't take the South out of a girl ever.

[He chuckles softly at this, his smile a little crooked as he peers down at her. Has it been mentioned that one of Julian's turn-ons is a hot girl with an adorable accent? Because one is. He doesn't really think twice about shifting one of his arms from around her waist, his fingers carefully brushing back her hair. It's breezy up here, and she had a hair thing, so.

But now that he's done it, he realizes the intimacy of the action, and he freezes for a moment before fluidly returning his arm to her waist, deciding to play it as just that: something he doesn't have to really think about, just something natural and innocent.]

So what else is a real big part of being a Southern girl? And please say wearing Daisy Dukes.

[She sucks her breath in quietly at that little movement and looks down. But it's subtle and she tries to mask it by quickly replacing it with a small smile again.]

No but not freezin' our asses off for five months straight is.

Then how Southern are you? Because it gets cold in New York. [He did notice her reaction, because what else is there to distract him up here? But he pretends it didn't happen, his voice low and teasing. Maybe he cranes his neck closer to her, and maybe one of his hands slides up to press between her shoulders. And he starts to glide them forwards, so now the angle's changed, and Julian is leaning lightly against her. Rogue might not want to look down. The only thing she's resting on is Julian's hands.] It's pretty cold right now. I think you're faking all this homespun crap.

Edited 2010-10-30 15:13 (UTC)

I'm very Southern. It's cold and I hate the cold and I hate being cold. [her body tenses at the slight shift in position. She's very much aware of how little's between her and falling.]

So I'm not keeping you warm right now? [It really is a good thing Julian squeezes her a little tightly in emphasis. What with the chill and the possibility of falling. Not that they aren't surrounded by his telekinesis or anything, and holding her tightly is completely unnecessary.] You'd think you'd complain more if you were really that cold.

If I complained every time it was cold here... [Her voice trails off and she's definitely trying not to pay attention to everything else~ going on right now. Because he's definitely far too close to her right now and she was finding it far too comfortable for her own... Comfort.]

I guess that would get annoying. [He smiles a little into the silence and looks down between them.] You know, where I'm from in California? It's not ever this cold either. Southern California kind of skips the shitty seasons.

I vote we move the mansion to somewhere warmer then. Cold is just not helpful to anyone.

That has my vote too. [He readjusts his arms around her, licking his lips thoughtfully for a moment as his eyes peer over her head, then drop back to her face.] Just not San Francisco. San Francisco sucks.

Anywhere warm works for me. [She glances away in the pretense of taking in the stars. It's really more to avoid thinking about them.]

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